Azir Creed inherited more than power when his father, Azion Creed, took his last breath. He inherited a name built on blood, fear, and loyalty, along with one final demand: marry the woman chosen for him to secure the Creed legacy. But Azir lives by his own rules, never staying in the same bed twice and refusing to give up the bachelor life for a marriage he never asked for. Then he meets his supposed wife, and walking away stops feeling so simple. Roxanne St. James was never raised to be soft. After her older brother's death, she became the sole heir to her father's empire, trained to protect herself, run a business, and command men who thought power belonged only to them. When her father proposes a marriage alliance with the Creed family, Roxanne agrees out of obligation, expecting nothing more than a cold business arrangement. What she gets is Azir Creed. Their marriage is not love at first sight. It is war, temptation, pride, and power colliding under one roof. Azir refuses to be controlled, and Roxanne was born to make men kneel. But in a world where family names are protected with blood and loyalty is tested through violence, neither of them can afford to back down. Before the Creed brothers became legends, there was Azir and Roxanne: the toxic beginning of the dynasty, and the love story that built the Creed name. (This novella can be read before or after the Creed Family Ties series, but is best read first.)

Pushing himself from the door Gulian neared her, standing in front of her. "I want you to stop seeing 𝙝𝙞𝙢, that's what I want." Kyomi scoffed as she shook her head. "Why would I stop doing that? Just 'cause you call yourself asking nicely?"

He lives by one rule. Never change for anyone. In his world, loyalty is rare, survival comes first, and love is just another risk he can't afford. But she slips past every boundary he's built, and walking away stops feeling like an option. She knows better than to fall for a man like him. Still, she's caught between the life she's trying to build and the chaos he drags her into every time they collide. It's toxic. It's addictive. And every moment together pulls her further from the exit she swore she'd take. Neither of them bends. Neither of them lets go. But when the streets start closing in and consequences turn real, love might not be what destroys them-survival might be. ⚠️ MATURE THEMES: This fictional urban romance contains graphic violence, strong language, and explicit sexual content. Intended for mature audiences only.

"Satori why you doing me like this man? You do shit for me nobody else do and walk away from me when I want more from you," Sergio sighed. "I want you too-Then what the fuck we waiting on? I'm a grown ass man Satori," Sergio cut her off once more. "I would just be another bitch to you. You're literally married Sergio. Satori said in a more quiet tone than before. Satori didn't have much of an issue with leaving people where they're weird at, but it was getting tiring to waste her time just for there to be another girl. She didn't know if it was worth it anymore. A SHORT STORY.

"D?" "Yes, baby." I lowered my gaze to the floor. "I... I'm turned on. I... I don't know if I'll be able to sleep like this." He hummed softly. "What would you want me to do?" I stared at him. I didn't know what to say. He took a step forward. "Amoya, tell me what you want." I gulped. He gripped my chin, forcing my eyes to his. He brushed his lips against mine, teasing me. "Umm, I-I," the words got stuck in my throat. He titled my head, and placed his lips to my ear. "Do you want me to make you come?" My movements stilled. Between my legs clenched. My mouth opened, but no words came out. He smirked, slow and deliberate. "I'll take that as a yes." ______________________________________ He was dangerous. Too dangerous for a girl like me. I grew up sheltered, protected by rules and curfews, watched by strict and dangerous parents who believed love was a distraction, boys were trouble and power and control was everything. And then he came - dark, sharp, and everything I was warned to stay away from. One look from him and every rule I'd ever known began to blur. Every warning turned to a whisper I no longer cared to hear. Because I'd already fallen for him. This man - in a cruel twist of fate - was my father's rival. And he was forbidden.

"Don't touch me" He said through gritted teeth, "I don't know what I'll do if you touch me" My heart dropped. "I don't want to see you like this" I frowned and hesitantly tried to touch his shoulder, but he grabbed my hand tightly but gently. "Fuck it" He murmured as he held my jaw and pressed his lips on mine. (The guy is 22 and the girl is 17 a few months away from 18. If you're bothered by that please don't read it.)

Once he laid eyes on her he immediately knew she was meant to be his, and he would do anything to make her his. A/N this is my first story so I suggest you don't read it

[edited] [complete] 'Shit,shit,shit,shit,hide,hide,hide,find somewhere to hide,hide,hide,there run faster FUCK!!!' I ran so fast to the janitor's closet and can hear my heart beating in my ears perfectly. 'Just breathe,breathe,breathe' I said to myself but just when I was finally relaxing I heard them. I heard the footsteps coming closer, and closer! 'Fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck!!!!!!' They kept coming closer!! It sounds like they where running towards where I'm at! "ARIELLLLLLL WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!YOUR SO GOING TO PAY FOR THAT FUCKING PRANK!!!!!" He said that so loud and it was fucking right out side the fucking door!!! 'Breathe,breathe,be quiet' I kept repeating to myself then slowly again I calmed down. I started to hear the footsteps started to walk and fade away. I open the door so quite and quick because I need to get the FUCK OUT OF HERE! But once I open the door there he was, he's grey eyes were looking in to my soul! MY FUCKING SOUL! He's eyes quickly darken and pushed me against the wall so fast before I let my air out he was next to my ear. "Now Ariel want to tell me why you did that FUCKIN prank on my FUCKIN BIKE!" He barked... ***** Ariel was known for all of her pranks. Shit she even prank teachers. She pranked everyone except for the bad boy. So that's when she decided to prank the prank on he's famous bike. Bruce the badboy was the baddest boy in school. He was also know as the famous fuck boy in school He had grey eyes, Blondish brown hair, perfect jaw line, six pack, perfect tone arms and chest. But he gets pranked by the famous Ariel. Let's just see how this goes. *first couple of chapters are boring, but it's gets better* *MY FIRST BOOK EVER! HAS REALLY BAD GRAMMAR MISTAKES!!*